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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
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Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.