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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
MDC,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.