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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.