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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.