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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
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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.