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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.