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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
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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.