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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
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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.