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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
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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.