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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
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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.