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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.