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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.