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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.