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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.
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.