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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Smog,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.