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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.