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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
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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.