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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.