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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.