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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Nas,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
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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.