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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.