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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.