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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.