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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.