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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
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.