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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
DNA,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.