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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
the Slits,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
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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.
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.