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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.