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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Magma,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.