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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.