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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.