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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.