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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
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.