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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.