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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Monks,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.