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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.