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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
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.