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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.