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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.