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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
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Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.