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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Swans,
The Move,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.