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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
June Days,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.