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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
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Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
AZ,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.