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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.