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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Lalann,
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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.