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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.