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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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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.