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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
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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.