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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.