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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.