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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
the Swans,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.