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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.