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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.