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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.