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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.