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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Swans,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.