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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
the Association,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
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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.