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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.