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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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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.