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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.