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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Buzzcocks 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.