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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.