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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.