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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
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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.