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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
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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.