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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
X-102,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
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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.