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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
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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.