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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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This Heat,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
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John Cale,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
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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.