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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.