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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.