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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Organ,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.