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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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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.