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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.