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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Smiths,
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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.