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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Grauzone,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Index,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.