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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.