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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
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.