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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.