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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
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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.