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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
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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.