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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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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.