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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.