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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Clarke,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.