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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Standells,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
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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.