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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 a guitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.