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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.