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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.