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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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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.