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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.