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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.