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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.