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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.