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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.