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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Television,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.