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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.