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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.