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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.