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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.