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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.