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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.