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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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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.