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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.