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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.