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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
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.