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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.