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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.