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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.