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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.