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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.