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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.