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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
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Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.