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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.