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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Faust to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.