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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.