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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.