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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.