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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Organ,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
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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.