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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.