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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.