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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
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Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.