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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.