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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.