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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
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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.