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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.