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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
UT,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Names,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
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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.