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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.