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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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?
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.