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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
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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.