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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.