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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.