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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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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.