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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.