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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.