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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
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Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.