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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.