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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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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.