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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.