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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.