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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Steve Hackett 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.