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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
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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.
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.