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 Togo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.