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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
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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.