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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.