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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.