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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Index,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.