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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.