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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.