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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.