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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.