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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Magma,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.