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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.