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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.