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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.