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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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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.