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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.