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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
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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.