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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
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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.