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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.