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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.