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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.