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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.