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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.