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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.