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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
The Fall,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
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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.