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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
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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.