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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.