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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
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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.