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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
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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.