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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Brick,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.