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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Index,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.