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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.