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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Can,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.