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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
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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.