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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
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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.