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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
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The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.