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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.