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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
the Association,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.