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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fear,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
ABC,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
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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.