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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.