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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Swans,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
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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.