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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.