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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Second Layer,
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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.