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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
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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.