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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.