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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
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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.