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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
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You don't know what you really want.
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