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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Names to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Names,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
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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.