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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.