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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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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.
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.