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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.