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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Television,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.