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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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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.
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.