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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Nico,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.