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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
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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.