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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.