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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.