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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Wire,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.