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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Mars,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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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.