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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.