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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
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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.