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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.