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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.