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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.