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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.