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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Cameo,
The Sound,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
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.