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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.