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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
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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.