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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
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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.