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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.