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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
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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.