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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.