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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Motions to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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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.