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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.