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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Can,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
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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.