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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.