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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.