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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.