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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.