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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.