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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
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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.