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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
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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.