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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.