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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
UT,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.