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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
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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.