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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
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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.