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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
AZ,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.