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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.