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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.