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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
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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.