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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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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.