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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
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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.