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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
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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.