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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.