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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.