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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Slave,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.