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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
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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.