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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.