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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
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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.