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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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