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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.