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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.