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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Flipper,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
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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.