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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
UT,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.