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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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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.