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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
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You don't know what you really want.
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