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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.