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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
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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.