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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Ice-T,
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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.