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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
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The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.