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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Martian,
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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.