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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.