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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.