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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.