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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
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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.
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.