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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.