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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.