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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.