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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.