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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.