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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
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.
You don't know what you really want.