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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.