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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Index,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.