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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.