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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
MC5,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.