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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.