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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.