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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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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.