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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.