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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
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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.