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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Excepter,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.