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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Scion,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.