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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.