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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.