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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
UT,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.