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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.