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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
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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.