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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.