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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.