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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.