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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.