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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.