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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.