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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
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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.