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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.