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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.