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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.