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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.