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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.