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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.