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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
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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.
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.