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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.