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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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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.