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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Nas,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
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.