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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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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.