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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.