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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
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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.