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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.
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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.