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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Urselle,
Ossler,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.