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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.