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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.