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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.