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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.