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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.