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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.