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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.