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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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The Vogues,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.