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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.