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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.