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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.