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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Television,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.