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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
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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.