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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
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Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.