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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.