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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swell Maps 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.