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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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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.
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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.