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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nico,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.