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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
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.