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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.