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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.