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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.