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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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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.