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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.