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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.