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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Fear,
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The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.