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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
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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.