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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.