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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.
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.