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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.