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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Television,
Monolake,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.