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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.