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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Monks,
JFA,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
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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.