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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Index,
X-102,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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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.