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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.