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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
The Remains,
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.
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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.