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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.