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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minor Threat 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.