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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
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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.