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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
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Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Faust,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.