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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.