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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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You don't know what you really want.