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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.