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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.