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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
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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.