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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.