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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
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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.