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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.