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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
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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.