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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.
You don't know what you really want.