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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
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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.