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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.