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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.