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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.