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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Doors,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.