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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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.
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.