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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.