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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.