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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.