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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.