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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
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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.