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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.