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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Whodini,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.