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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
X-101,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.