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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
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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.