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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
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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.