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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.