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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.