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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
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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.