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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.