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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.