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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.