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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Technova,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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