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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
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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.