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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
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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.
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.