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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.