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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.