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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.