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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
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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.