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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.
You don't know what you really want.