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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.