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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.