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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
CMW,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.