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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.