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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
The Human League,
The Index,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Television,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.