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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.