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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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