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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.