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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
UT,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.