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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
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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.