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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.