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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
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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.