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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.