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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
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.