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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Standells,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.