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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.