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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.