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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Interpol,
MDC,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
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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.