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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.