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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
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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.