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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.