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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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.