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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.