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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.