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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.