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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
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.