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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.