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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.