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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.