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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
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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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.