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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.