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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.