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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.