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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
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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.