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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
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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.