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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.