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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.