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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
MDC,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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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.