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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.