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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.