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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
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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.
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.