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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
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.