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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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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.