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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
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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.