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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
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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.