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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
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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.