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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Main Source 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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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.