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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.