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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.