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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
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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.