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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Wings,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.