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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.