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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.