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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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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.