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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
DJ Style,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.