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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
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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.