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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.