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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
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the Slits,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.