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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
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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.