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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.