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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.