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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.