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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.