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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.