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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.