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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
the Association,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.