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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.