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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
DNA,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.