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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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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.