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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.