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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.