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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.