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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.