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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Magma,
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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.