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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.