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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
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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.