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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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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.