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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Technova,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.