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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Chrome,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.