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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.