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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
MC5,
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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.