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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Evens,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.