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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
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Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.