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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
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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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
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Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.