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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.