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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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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.
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.