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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Index,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
ABC,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.