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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Erasure,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.