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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.