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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Cale to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Model 500,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.