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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Victims,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
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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.