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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.