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 Samoa and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
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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.