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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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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.