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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Christs 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.