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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.