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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
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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.