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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.