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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.