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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
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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.