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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.