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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.