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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
X-102,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.