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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Organ,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
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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.