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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.