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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
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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.