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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.