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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.