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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
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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.