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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.