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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.