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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad 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.