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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Television,
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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.