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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.