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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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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.