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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.