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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.