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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.