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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.