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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.