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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
The Saints,
New Order,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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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.