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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
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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.