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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.