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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.