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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.