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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
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.