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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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.