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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.