Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.