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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.