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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.