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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Excepter,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.