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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
June Days,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.