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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.